Voices (feat. Likkle T & Kezza)

I'm still with the same ****, no recruits

I got this pink green shootin' all these balls

Like I'm tryna win the Golden Boot

Sent my worker to re-up, told him move discreet

Kickin' balls in the cage, grazin' up my Gucci sneaks

Shootin' in the air, that's what you call war

If I'm shootin' in the air, there's pagans on the fourth floor

Food's all white, like black Steve's face

Briefcases, full of queens' faces

When my shift's done, I'm with a gorgeous ho

When the piff comes, I think I'm George from Blow

Still weighin' up them keys, fuck your lil' .38 hand ting

Sprayin' like Febreze

I feel like to do a bumper car shutdown

For them days when I couldn't buy a token

Told my ****, one day I'm gonna shut it down

But they must have thought that I was jokin', it's Nines

Lookin' at life in amazement

Money and change spent

A lot of things change since Wayne went

Most my times stuck on the pavement

Why you think my name ring a bell like the smell of a fragrance?

Take a look back in the day when

It was nothing but love and nobody was considered a pagan

Now everywhere you go, somebody portrayed

To be something that they're not, another thug in the makin'

Shine bright like the sunlight and the moon gleams

For the right price, you'll see a ****'s true theme

Loyalty's a must, so pay respect when due

'Cause it's hard enough to trust the closest person in view

Yeah, I guess I'm tryin' to make it through

The struggle and pain, but couldn't tell if it's the same for you

I live a hard-knock life, but we know it takes two

He's always failed to realize that most the world's confused

Spark a L, bump Nas, it ain't hard to tell

Thinkin' 'bout the days when I used to master scales

Mom's on the crud, 'cause the bud couldn't mask the smell

Brudda came through with the bricks in the whip like Gargamel

Tryna live easy when it's hard as hell

Spark a L, bump Nas, it ain't hard to tell

Think about my Taylors Lane days, Paper Plane ways

All my ex-girls, I love you same way

Love same like Esma

She thinks I'm a player, Iniesta

Any time I pass I make my wingman stretch her

And that's Lionel Messi

I remember Daddy playin' Dennis Brown

Final steady, hydro medley, spiral deadly

I spit fire, call me Pyro Kezzy

We the truth, we seen them lies already

Spiral deadly, we the truth, we done seen them lies already

I spit fire, call me Pyro Kezzy